It took a while for her body tempetature to get below freezing. That seemed to be the critical thing: Being solid gave her something to push against. And so Freya pushed her own humanoid torso out of the surface of strawberry cream that had been made from her body. It had no head and no arms, it looked mostly like a replica ancient greek bust made from pink styrofoam that had been cracked in half. But it held together. Freya waved her torso around like a stick, until it hit the side of the tub, and it collapsed. Moments later, she tried again, this time crawling her way up the side of the tub, and slowly dripping over the edge. That didn't do so well, so she tried the torso again, this time getting it propped up along the side, and then using it like a tube to lift more of herself onto the edge.
She slowly regained one leg on the outside, letting the cold of the freezer solidify it enough before filling it with more weight, then trying to shove her head up next. It looked like a half-crushed slushie, crawling up the outside of a tube, but she got it on top her torso where it belonged and then waited for the wetness to freeze. She was able to open her mouth and get a breeze going through her abdomenal nostrils, which sped up her solidification until she was willing to risk moving again.
Despite not having articulated eyes or ears she could still see and hear fine. It felt like looking through a mask, but there was no way to take it off. It was tough balancing on the tips of her toes, though, so she found a few blocks of ice and wedged them into her heels. Much better. It made a loud clacking noise when she walked, but her balance needed it now.
She opened the door to the walk in freezer and almost turned to slush from the heat wave. Quickly stepping back, she found a freezer blanket and draped it over her like a ghost. And that's how she got to Benjamin's master bedroom... leaving a trail of slush along the way.
She wanted revenge... and needed a body. She stared at Benjamin's bed, wondering how to do this, as clumps of slush turned into rivulets... she needed to act quickly, but she couldn't just climb on top of him. Her icy form would surely shock him awake. So she climbed up to the head of the bed, and sat over the air vent coming out of the wall. It wasn't long at all until she lost her balance and fell face first into the comforter, but at this point her body was melting so quickly it just shattered into a pile of snow, melting into a paste that slowly started soaking through the bedsheets.